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what she says: I’m fine

what she means: In the Overwatch comic titled “Uprising” Jesse Mccree is shown with both of his biological arms intact. The conversation between Jack, Gabe, and Ana reveals that Mccree is in London alone on an unauthorized mission. The last we see of Mccree in this comic is a shot of him fighting an omnic and telling them “things are getting dicey in here” before he goes offline. What if this is the mission where Mccree loses his arm? Can you even begin to imagine the guilt Gabriel would feel for letting Mccree go on that unauthorized mission alone after seeing that he lost half of his god damn arm?

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Ok. I’m gonna start jumping back into this blog.

LIKE/REBLOG THIS POST FOR A STARTER. If you want a certain ‘verse or if you have a plot in mind, hit me up!

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“This… this is great. This is amazing.”

“You’re damn right it is!” One finger pointed, gestured sharply at the cyborg with this exclamation, almost as if he were punctuating the sentence with his movement. “Told ya I could throw a knife.” And he had. The tip of said projectile was buried in the head of a training dummy that looked…battered, at best.

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drunk history :: spies [ sentence meme ]

“You fucks have never seen no shit like this before.” “Why would you wait till I’m at my drunkest to do this?” “I killed somebody about a week ago.” “Oh, now, that’s where I draw the line.” “Wait a minute. I can do way more.” “I could totally be a spy for you. I have connects, and, like, when I dress up and shit, those people have no idea who I am.” “Excuse me. I got, like, a good 15 minutes left in me before the liquor takes over, and God only knows what I’ll say. That’s great.” “You down there, do what the fuck you do.” “Let’s work together and find out where this shit is.” “Well, fuck it. Like, I don’t have dick to lose. Like, let’s work together and burn that shit down.” “You’re too late. Like, me and my people are already here.” “Ooh, this woman could be of use to us.” “Would you like to be a spy for us?” “Excuse me, I don’t even limp.” “Hello, I’m a very good spy.” “She is wreaking havoc.” “No. It’s making me… it’s freaking me out.” “Okay, you know what? My mind’s a little spotty. Let me just write down some notes for you.” “This… this is great. This is amazing.” “You got to tickle it.” “He got so much information through his dick.” “Oh, Jesus. Is this your death scene? If you die, we’re fucked.” “He was a fucking spy! Literally, a /fucking/ spy.” “Because of his dick, the world was a better place.” “I enjoy day-drinking.”

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gabriel reyes is absolutely the obnoxious “my kid is an honor student” parent bc him sending mccree out to london by himself is basically the equivalent of “my kid alone can do the same job as four of your best can so suck it”

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Jesse McCree is an adept fighter well acquainted with death and capable of rocking some fucking ass and delivering justice and not some idiotic buffoon cowboy caricature thank u ok bye

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Reblog if you are willing to write in-depth, significant, and valued FRIENDSHIPS.

There is so much focus on romantic/sexual relationships lately. Friendships are incredibly important for characters too, and deserve as much love and attention as romantic/sexual relationships.

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Suggestive Sentence Starters

Collected from all over the net, other memes, etc. Some are subtle, some are fluffy, some don’t have to be taken sexually, some are so straightforward you could practically jump into a smut scene in a few posts. Enjoy!

“No — no. Just keep your clothes on.” “You are so mean… and I’m okay with that.” “Is that all your mouth is good for?” “I am always looking for meaningful one night stands.” “Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it back.” “I would rather have a cup of tea than sex.” “Ah, ah, not till I give you permission.” “Apart from being sexy, what do you do for a living?” “Where do you think you’re going?” “And how are you going to make it up to me?” “My sexual preference is often.” “What a nice little sound, I think I’ll bite there again.” “Don’t worry, it only seems kinky the first time.” “Does it taste alright?” “You wouldn’t dare!” “You’re so cute when you’re tired, you know.” “Anticipation makes the hard-on longer.” “You know what material this is? [Grab your shirt] Boyfriend/Girlfriend material.” “Nothing risque, nothing gained.” “I love when you’re rough.” “Is that a challenge?” “Is there a mirror in your pocket? Because I look great- wait, I said that wrong.” “I’m not cheap, but I am on special this week.” “Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. Yes is the answer.” “I’m not gonna stop leaving marks till I’m sure everyone will know your mine.” “Make me.” “What’s in it for me?” “I’m not drunk, I’m just intoxicated by you.” “I’m going outside to make out… care to join me?” “What’s your favorite silverware? Because I like to spoon!” “Thank god I’m wearing gloves, because you’re too hot to handle.” “Don’t stare. I didn’t want to do this.” “I think I could fall madly in bed with you.” “I need one of those hugs that turns into sex.” “Want to come over and watch porn on my flat screen mirror?” “Stop undressing me with your eyes and start using your teeth.” “Can I put you on my to-do list?” “Kiss the hell out of me. Please.” “You can stay but your clothes must go.” “I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked.” “Your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like…” “This is mine. Are we clear?”

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♦ What's an AU that you've always wanted?

1920′S GANGSTERS.

I would die. Seriously. 

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Questions for the Mun

☯ Is there a muse you've always wanted to play?

♣ Is there an author(s) that you look up to with your writing skills?

♧ Is there an RP partner(s) that you credit for becoming a better writer?

♥ What's your favorite ship with your muse?

♡ Would you ever write a poly ship?

♦ What's an AU that you've always wanted?

♢ What's an AU that you think just won't work with your muse?

♔ What's your opinion on teacher/student verses? Do you have any of these as threads?

♕ Do you like magic!anons? Why or why not?

⚜ What is the best time to write for you? Why?

★ What type of historical AU would you like to do one day?

☆ What type of fantasy AU would you like to do one day?

☄ Do you think your muse would have liked going to high school sports games? Do you or did you go to high school sports games?

☾ Do you like writing smut? Why or why not?

☽ Do you like writing angst? Why or why not?

☼ What's an FC that you're dying to use? Why?

☀ What's an FC that you desperately want to play with? Why?

☁ What's an FC that you refuse to play with? Why?

☂ How does your muse spend a rainy day? How do you spend a rainy day?

☃ If your muse was cartoonized, what would their FC be? Why?

☺ What's a character that you desperately want your muse to play with? Why?

☹ What's a character that you refuse to play with? Why?

☢ Are there any ships that you would like to write for one day? Any that you wouldn't?

☣ What's one thing that will make you drop a thread?

♨ What's a muse that you wished had lasted, but didn't?

❀ Do you like reblog karma? Why or why not?

✿ Do you have a mun FC? If so why did you choose that as your FC, and if not who would you choose?

♪♩♫ Does music inspire your muse? What's one song on your playlist that reminds you of your muse?

✂ Do you like to format your posts? Why or why not?

✆ Other than RPing, what's a hobby of yours?

✉ Do you RP on any other platforms?

❤ Have you or are you currently in love?

❥ Has something ever happened for you to hate a ship? Why?

ツ Who has been your favorite muse to play so far? Why?

回 Which muse was the worst to play? Why?

✘ People come in a group. If I were to look on your blog, who would I see you interacting with the most?

ღ Do you have a personal blog? Do you share it with your followers or do you keep it private?

▼ Do you keep your character in character even if they are one of the worst people in the world?

▽ Why did you create this muse?

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henlo stinky cowboy did u miss me

Jesse blinked at the question. When he realized the source, he couldn’t help but grin. He snorted, but quickly swept Genji into his arms, ruffling his hair before pecking his cheek with a smirk-filled kiss. “’Course I did, you little rascal.”

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He fidgeted. McCree couldn’t help it--he was a body consistently in motion, almost always rolling his thumbs over the edges of his sleeves, or worrying his bottom lip with his teeth--an action that had gotten the back of his head smacked on more than one occasion. Maybe it was a reflection of inner stressors. It seemed to be the popular opinion, that he was holding some sort of inner burden. The rolled back edges of coffee cups, the scratch marks that occasionally graced the inner tawny flesh of his arms, they had to be from some inherent conflict. That he was broken.

That he was haunted.

Jesse preferred the idyllic outlook that he simply had too much energy to be contained, instead of facing any number of complexes that had breached his psyche.

And so, it was with this attitude that he waited and awaited, ready to see his fellow teammates emerge from the craft with their usual swagger, so that they could pass the time exchanging stories of their bravado, of their daring deeds. Even if he hadn’t gotten to go on the mission, he would be able to live through a regaling of the incident--

Except there was no bravado. There was no triumphant fanfare, no elated shout.

Something was wrong.

Jesse jumped partway up the railing, and narrowed his sharp eyes as he leaned haphazard over the metal guard. He spat the butt of the cigarette he smoked off to the side, without paying heed to where the little burning brand landed. The air around the inbound craft seized with a sort of energy, but it wasn’t at all the kind that he’d been anticipating. This was a somber sort of knell that rung out, as emergency teams rushed in, and as Reyes--...

Reyes!!

He was there, and he was...

The cowboy’s train of thought abruptly derailed. He wasn’t no shrink, but damn if Gabriel Reyes didn’t look...defeated. It was a poor sight. Not a good look. 

And the crowd itself, returned from battle, looked stretched excessively thin, and looked just as anguished as the man that had lead them. 

Certain faces were missing. It punched Jesse McCree in the gut, a sensation that wasn’t particularly sharp, but rather a dull, disappointing throb. Oh, he’d seen guys lost before during his days in Deadlock. Why did this feel so personal? He didn’t like it. The thought curled his lips into something of a frown, but still one so juvenile that it didn’t really encompass the gravity of the situation--the frown of a disappointed child as opposed to the frown of a grieving friend.

Still, Reyes was back! And that would at least be enough cause to celebrate, right?

He slunk past the emergency crews, danced his way through the now-dissipating crowd, until he reached the Commander, the smirk that slipped onto his lips not nearly as wary as the light that was in his eyes. He was ever-trusting Gabriel, and yet at the same time never quite trusting him at all.

“You look like shit!” Was his only exclamation as he came upon the other man, glancing him over from head to toe, as he waved Reyes over to him with his hat. Perhaps a poor choice for an icebreaker, but it was already out of his mouth by the time he’d considered that.

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Fingers flicked ashes into the wind, over the railing. An uncharacteristic somber look possessed the young man, creased his mouth tight into a thin line that aged his face beyond the usual carefree look of his boyhood. Jesse McCree leaned there, and waited.

He’d been pissed. He wasn’t now. But initially, he was downright ornery about the whole thing.

It was an “important operation.” When McCree had asked why exactly he hadn’t been invited along, that had been the only explanation offered to him–and by no means did it sit right. It sat pretty fuckin’ sideways and a few degrees to left if you asked the cowboy. He figured if it were truly an imperative operation, he would have been asked along. After all, he had a better eye than half the guys that had made the cut. But no, he had been given the shaft, and not for the first time either…

Maybe he was wrong.

Maybe he wasn’t important enough.

The thought stewed in his mind as he put bullets through targets at the range, as he consumed his midday meal, as he had scrubbed the dirt and grime and varied residue from the soles of his well-worn boots (he had been offered a regulation pair upon his enrollment in Blackwatch, but had clearly plainly refused to wear them. They still sat, unused, at the foot of his bed). Eventually, Jesse found himself sprawled out on the floor in his room, with his hat covering his face, muffling quiet curses to no one in particular.

But now the raid team was coming back in, and he waited. He leaned over the rails for a familiar face–for one, in particular–as he tapped that slow snowfall of ash down onto the ground far below.

Standing by for the bay doors to open, Reyes impatiently waits for his chance to exit, putting to his back the hauntingly vacant fuselage and its plethora of empty seats. Desperately wanting out of this hell called his life in order to retreat to his quarters for the rest of the evening. Doing what he could to forget what happened–

That he fucked up.

It was practically unheard of, especially seeing as the assigned mission fell well within the usual parameters- a nefarious no-goer that needed to be put on the fast track to premature oblivion for the greater good of mankind. It was as cut and dry as missions came and yet it had been besieged with disaster almost from the get-go.

For they’d been expected, no more than sitting ducks for the awaiting snipers that picked off two of their number as they HALO jumped into enemy territory.

Someone had tipped off the enemy.

In the ensuing bloodbath that followed, Reyes had retained enough sense to avail of the only realistic option left to him when faced with the systemic execution of his entire squad; call for an emergency evac. Ashamed as he was to simply turn tail and run, he’d decided that this clusterfuck was not worth dying over and vowed to pull his men out of this chaos whilst he still had enough warm bodies to aid the injured or, indeed carry the fallen (no man left behind after all).

And thus, here he was, a disgraced commander caught off-guard by something far more pressing.

How did they know they were coming.

Grimacing, Gabe descends the ramp at a snail’s pace, his gait severely hampered following a heated brush with a skilled sharp shooter. Whilst his assailant has since become past tense, enough damage had been done to make his death worthwhile: Reyes would not be fit to run laps any time soon, with even the simple process of walking enough of a challenge as-is. 

Once he eventually reaches the tarmac, he looks up in time to wave on a pair of paramedics determined to come to Blackwatch’s aid. Reyes did not expect to hear any good news and thus, dismayed, he sets off on his way, leaving the medics to busy themselves in coming to a conclusion he already made; his team was as good as dead. 

Head hung low, he powers through his own nagging complaints to walk at a reasonable pace, yelling a storm when the pain proves over baring. He was fully aware that he would face harsh repercussions on account of this venture’s terrible outcome, and until he’s forced to account for his actions, the commander wanted little more than to retreat to his quarters, allowing his mind to sift through the chain of events that led to such disaster.

And to question what he should’ve done differently.

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If McCree Talon

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“If you ain’t fallen off a horse, you ain’t been ridin’ one long enough.”